Help Me
Knives and Pens
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING
Anya's Point of View
I woke up and my head was pounding. I looked around the room. Jason was on the floor asleep and there was a massive bucket of sick. I looked down at myself. I was still in my long sleeved dress but my shoes where off. The things Jason had called me where going around in my head, over and over and over again. Worthless Slut, whore, kill myself. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at my phone. It was 9:00am. No one was awake. I locked the door behind me and crouched down to find my make up bag. I pulled it out the cupboard and found my razor.
THE FOLLOWING CONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My make up was smudged and I looked like a complete mess. I rolled up my sleeves. Worthless. I slashed the blade across my arm. Whore. I slashed the blade again. Slut. Again. Kill yourself. Again.
By the time I was finished my arms where covered in fresh cuts. I didn't want them to get infected so quickly put some anti bacterial spray on them and washed my arms, getting ride of the blood. When I was finished I got rid of all the make up on my face before putting fresh stuff on. I dragged a hair brush through my black, tangled hair. Light brown roots where starting to show at the top. Damn.
TRIGGERING BIT OVER
An hour later I walked out the bathroom. I was wearing my black jeans a Bring Me The Horizon top and a plain red zip up jacket, covering my arms. I walked out into the kitchen to finds the guys there in their boxers apart from Ashley, who was wearing jeans and a plain black top with a leather jacket over the top. I just raised my eyebrows at them and they all just shrugged.
"Do you know if we have any black hair dye? My roots are showing."
"You dye your hair?" asked CC
"Yep. Hence the light brown roots."
"Okay, okay!" said CC putting his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry, I'm not really a morning person."
"Um, I don't actually think we have any."
"That's okay. I can go down to the shop and get some." I grabbed my bag off the table and shoved my converse on.
"Are you okay Anya? You have a bruise on your temple." said Jake
"Um, yeah I'm fine."
"Let me see it quickly." said Ashley
"Honestly it's fine." I started to walk to the door before Ashley slid his hand up under my jumper and pulled me back onto his lap. He grabbed my arm that I had cut. He didn't let go of my wrist. Just circled his thumb, feeling my cuts. He gave me a questioning look. I shot a glare at him.
"Where you hit last night?" I was still on his lap.
"Not badly."
"Badly enough that it has left a bruise and a cut on your face."
"Honestly it's fine." I managed to break free and quickly walked out the door.
Anya's Point of View
I woke up and my head was pounding. I looked around the room. Jason was on the floor asleep and there was a massive bucket of sick. I looked down at myself. I was still in my long sleeved dress but my shoes where off. The things Jason had called me where going around in my head, over and over and over again. Worthless Slut, whore, kill myself. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at my phone. It was 9:00am. No one was awake. I locked the door behind me and crouched down to find my make up bag. I pulled it out the cupboard and found my razor.
THE FOLLOWING CONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My make up was smudged and I looked like a complete mess. I rolled up my sleeves. Worthless. I slashed the blade across my arm. Whore. I slashed the blade again. Slut. Again. Kill yourself. Again.
By the time I was finished my arms where covered in fresh cuts. I didn't want them to get infected so quickly put some anti bacterial spray on them and washed my arms, getting ride of the blood. When I was finished I got rid of all the make up on my face before putting fresh stuff on. I dragged a hair brush through my black, tangled hair. Light brown roots where starting to show at the top. Damn.
TRIGGERING BIT OVER
An hour later I walked out the bathroom. I was wearing my black jeans a Bring Me The Horizon top and a plain red zip up jacket, covering my arms. I walked out into the kitchen to finds the guys there in their boxers apart from Ashley, who was wearing jeans and a plain black top with a leather jacket over the top. I just raised my eyebrows at them and they all just shrugged.
"Do you know if we have any black hair dye? My roots are showing."
"You dye your hair?" asked CC
"Yep. Hence the light brown roots."
"Okay, okay!" said CC putting his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry, I'm not really a morning person."
"Um, I don't actually think we have any."
"That's okay. I can go down to the shop and get some." I grabbed my bag off the table and shoved my converse on.
"Are you okay Anya? You have a bruise on your temple." said Jake
"Um, yeah I'm fine."
"Let me see it quickly." said Ashley
"Honestly it's fine." I started to walk to the door before Ashley slid his hand up under my jumper and pulled me back onto his lap. He grabbed my arm that I had cut. He didn't let go of my wrist. Just circled his thumb, feeling my cuts. He gave me a questioning look. I shot a glare at him.
"Where you hit last night?" I was still on his lap.
"Not badly."
"Badly enough that it has left a bruise and a cut on your face."
"Honestly it's fine." I managed to break free and quickly walked out the door.
Notes
Hi guys please comment on what you think so far, all feedback is helpful. Thanks.
@BeccaComaxx
I'm sorry but I just have no ideas at all. If I think of any I will write it but that might be tomorrow or it could be next year. I'll see what I think of.
12/26/14